James Joyce, much?
Yes, yes, very much.
Did I mention that happens around page 950?
Did I mention thats only three-quarters of the way through the book?
Did I mention that whole chapter is written in the style of Joyces infamously post-coherent masterpieceFinnegansgoddamnWake???
It makes sense in context, I swear!
Think Dr. Manhattan, or the ascended madman William Gull.
In that sense,Jerusalemis Moores apotheosis, a fourth-dimensional symphony of his own beloved city.
In the first millennium, a monk travels from the Holy City.
In 2006, a local artist plans a new exhibition.
(No, even Moore cant really explain snooker.)
The biography of an aging socialist runs alongside a complete pocket history of the British financial system.
The rape of a young woman intercuts with the final days of Princess Diana.
Are you the kind of Moore fan who just wants to know what he thinks about superhero movies?
Even this book is less a story than a guided tour through Moores vision of the cosmos.
At well over a thousand pages,Jerusalemis repetitive; every character ponders every building in Northampton.
Moores best works have been collaborations with artists; left to his own devices, his rough edges show.
Theres that young-writer tendency to show his own work.
Lucia Joyce realizes the symbolic meaning of sex with Dusty Springfield whilstin flagrantewith Dusty Springfield.
Truthfully, its hard to tell who this book is for.
Lit-nerds desperate to see Samuel Beckett talk to John Clare in a Samuel Beckett play?
Econ 101 fanboys yearning for a Russian epic about Reagonomics?
Socialist goths struggling to rationalize modern physics with Christian doctrine?
Who will read this thing?
Well, I did.
Im not sure theres a God, but I thank Her for Alan Moore.
